Fashion Reminder

Just because your motto is "It's fine in 0-9," doesn't give you complete liberty to dress like a douche this year.
Refrain from wearing this stuff:

• Jeans with holes in them (everyone)
  
• Pointy shoes with your jeans with holes in them (dudes)
  
• Affliction shirts (everyone)
• Ed Hardy (everyone)
  
• Earrings (for dudes)
• Goatees (for dudes and girls)
• Pretty much anything with a skull on it (mostly dudes)
  
• Doc Martens (everyone)
  
• Distressed baseball caps with overly bent brims (everyone)
  
• Dirty shoes (everyone except transients)
  

Keep your fashion "fine in 0-9."

Friday: A Day Of Favorite Stuff

Some Favorite Things of Today:

Favorite Song/Album: Madvillainy 2: The Madlib Remixes
Favorite Article of Clothing: Thermal-lined zip hoody (it's getting chilly)
Favorite Hole: Left nostril (righty's been stuffy all day)
Favorite Contraction: Shan't
Favorite Meal: Free Stroganoff (Thanks to Jonathan Smith)
Favorite Beverage: Diet Coke
Favorite Hat: Baltimore Orioles
Favorite Shoes: Nike SB Dunk Mids (kevlar)
Favorite Movie to quote out of context: The Departed
Favorite Blog: Makin' Bacon
Favorite Celebrity on which I have a non-threatening crush: Rosario Dawson
Favorite Podcast: Uhh Yeah Dude.

Come Correct with your shoes

I've made it quite clear about my infatuation with shoes. Part of that infatuation is knowing that I'm not looking like a goldbricker when I leave the house. Even if I'm running to get a Slush Puppy (mmmmm), I like to look good. Part of that look is in the shoes.

Shoes have a lifetime. But if you take care of your shoes, they'll take care of you. I recently heard of a dude named Jason Markk. Mr. Markk needed a way to keep his kicks looking fresh out' the box new, so he developed a product safe enough to use on even his most prized kicks. Scope out his site.
If you're serious about keeping a pair of your nice sneakers, or Wallies, or whatever looking good, try the stuff. Apparently it's as safe as water. Time will tell.

SOD comes off Project Pat's Can't Tell me Nothin' mixtape. Beg, buy, or steal it.

New Fire from 10Deep

Normally I'm not a fan of overly graphic tees, but 10 Deep brings the heat on this one. Great image of Lee Harvey Oswald getting capped by Jack Ruby. If you haven't checked out NikeLab, I encourage you to do so in an expedient manner. This is one of the hottest lines out this fall.



My song of the day is Done With You by The Whitest Boy Alive. Great indie rock.

It's time for me to sell out

I'm going to sell out. Well hold up, let me give you a little bit of my back story to put my statement into context.

For the past, well, seven or eight years I've been working on developing a personality. I try to read books so I can classify as being somewhat cultured. I've had some really sick opportunities to travel. In my travels I've learned a thing or two about how I want to be as a person- more or less what I want to get out of my sojourn on this blue orb. See, I've developed some culture that adds a little substance to my bizarre trivia knowledge that's only useful as a play-at-home Jeopardy contestant. I consider myself to be an overall pretty rad guy. But that is neither here nor there. Cause I'm going to sell out.

Every time I find myself in a social situation, I see what appears on the surface as totally rad girls hanging with total douches. By douche I mean the type of dudes that drive Escalades (with spinners)- basically very successful dudes. Oh, they tan far too much, and probably spend more time getting ready in the morning than most of the high-maintenance girls I know. As of tomorrow, I'm gonna be one of those douches. So here's my list of changes you can expect to see from the H-bone (me) in the next little while.


*Start referring to myself in the third person.

* I'm hitting up GNC tomorrow to get some creatine and protein (H-bone is gonnna get swole.)

* I'm replacing my whole wardrobe with apparel from AE, Abercrombie, and Aeropostale.
*H-bone's shoes will be of the overly-pointy loafer style.

*I'll probaly sell my car and buy at least a limo-tinted Chevy Yukon on 22s.

*I will wear head-to-toe Tap Out Gear when I'm not gussied up.

* I will have a hairdo.

*Most likely I'll get a job that involves quotas, sales perks, and lots of goals and meeting the bottom line. H-bone will always meet the bottom line.

*I'll probably start a lot of fights and say "what's up BRO?!!!" quite a bit before I fight.

H-Bone hopes you're all happy with yourselves. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I'm not gonna lie, H-bone wouldn't mind having a trophy girlfriend** for awhile. But since H-Bone tends to be a rather impulsive Bro, I'll sleep on it.

H-bone signing off (and selling out.)

** If you're a douche, chances are you might not even recognize the symptoms. A good way to tell is to run through the checklist above. Although not all symptoms of douchebaggery are mentioned, you can get an idea of where to begin the healing process. Please seek help. In severe cases, a douchebag intervention may be necessary.

Emelda Marcos was a CHUMP

I think I may have a serious problem. I really love shoes. No I really, really love shoes. The fact that I actually held a mini photoshoot of my beloved sneaks... and I'm writing this at exactly 2:40 AM makes my hypothetical problem seem, well, even more problematic. Maybe the fact that I know that I have this problem takes me one step closer to self-actualization, or maybe a giant leap to becoming a materialistic prick. You be the judge. I suppose I could be doing worse.

Thing is, sneakers are simply rad. See the picture above me? Particularly the third column from the left, second pair from the bottom? Those are "Money Cats." They're a limited edition Nike SB Dunk. I bought those about three weeks ago. They've already doubled in value since I bought them. Mine aren't worth that, because I actually wear mine, and I was too myopic to buy a second pair of the same pair to keep on "ice" for later resale (a cardinal sin to a true sneakerhead). I like em because they fit like a slipper and they're aesthetically the cat's PJs. You can't beat red and 'Niner gold.

This entry doesn't really have a point except the fact that I'm somewhat of a nerd, and I have shoes all over my area rug in my room. Oh well. They're all set up for me to choose what to wear tomorrow. I'm thinkin' I'll rock the Money Cats.